The smallest funeral home EVAR.
Jan. 6th, 2012 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sonjajadeOr maybe my friend's family is just lots bigger than I expected O__O
There was a SUPER narrow, one way driveway that led to a JAM PACKED tiny parking lot. Once I managed to cram the Imperial Cruiser (my black minivan) into a spot, I walked up to the building and people are staring at me... I thought maybe I had a booger hanging on my face or something... When I walked in, I noticed there was only ONE funeral. All these people were here to see my friend's dad's memorial service. So I'm looking through the THRONGS of PEOPLE, most of whom are just STANDING in the hallway and others are crammed into the viewing room and I don't recognize one person. Thankfully, my friend comes over to me and I give him a hug and he and his wife point me in direction of some food and where his brother is. By the time Joey and I weave down there, I discover that the tiny lounge is also packed with people I don't know. I hung around long enough to chat with both brothers, I saw their mom for a moment and then made my exit after signing the guest book. I was sweating so bad because my hair was down (I always pull it back but I thought it would be cooler and less crowded, and I wanted to look a little dressy; and also it got up to 65 degrees. In fucking January. WTF.
This was the first time I'd ever been to a visitation where there was no body. He'd been cremated and his box of ashes had a personalized candle sitting on it.
Here's a pic of Joey and I before we left and I got all sweaty.
There was a SUPER narrow, one way driveway that led to a JAM PACKED tiny parking lot. Once I managed to cram the Imperial Cruiser (my black minivan) into a spot, I walked up to the building and people are staring at me... I thought maybe I had a booger hanging on my face or something... When I walked in, I noticed there was only ONE funeral. All these people were here to see my friend's dad's memorial service. So I'm looking through the THRONGS of PEOPLE, most of whom are just STANDING in the hallway and others are crammed into the viewing room and I don't recognize one person. Thankfully, my friend comes over to me and I give him a hug and he and his wife point me in direction of some food and where his brother is. By the time Joey and I weave down there, I discover that the tiny lounge is also packed with people I don't know. I hung around long enough to chat with both brothers, I saw their mom for a moment and then made my exit after signing the guest book. I was sweating so bad because my hair was down (I always pull it back but I thought it would be cooler and less crowded, and I wanted to look a little dressy; and also it got up to 65 degrees. In fucking January. WTF.
This was the first time I'd ever been to a visitation where there was no body. He'd been cremated and his box of ashes had a personalized candle sitting on it.
Here's a pic of Joey and I before we left and I got all sweaty.
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Date: January 7th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC)that is a nice picture of you two
why the hell is it so hot in Jan?
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Date: January 7th, 2012 03:14 am (UTC)My sister said we're experiencing something like La Niña, so we get a warm winter evidently. It sucks.
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Date: January 7th, 2012 03:18 am (UTC)yes that's what we'r supposed to get and I agree.